The Parade

They stand, juxtaposed, under the full moonlight They possess no mercy They come forth, a black parade, A menancing wave washing over the land Seeking to devour the weak sinful souls of the public Their souls, like stained cotton, Tainted and irreversible On this night of terror They proceed onward Like a flood washing put each and every speck Judgement day is here

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